I feel so designed, so made to know, that there is no place in time in backwards-flow. And this is all there is.
And I close my eyes, and I’m not depressed, or anything. I just close my eyes: this is all there is.
I feel so designed, so made to know.
I’m calling, and I’m calling, but not no one is standing at the river bank calling out my name, and I can feel the soil and silt, I’m calling and I’m calling like no one ever did, and I can feel my influence, spreading out around me and living on my guilt, and I can feel how real it is, saying “we don’t know anything.” And I close my eyes.